Brotherhood Billionaires Book 1
Dedication ~ To The Girls Who Wanted A Man Who Will Burn Her Insecurities Into Ashes.
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He never wanted a wife but destiny has some other plans for him .
Rudra Pratap Singh Rath...
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" I Can Plan The Party. " Shivanya says standing at the washroom door leaning against it with her arms crossed.
The Manager just came to inform me about how they failed to hire an event planner. Seriously they can't find a single person worth doing a job. Then why they are here in the first place.
Shivanya walks to stand in front of Me as I keep the lighter back throwing the unlit cigarette on the desk.
"There is no need , I have some people soon I will find someone. " I say cupping the back of my neck in pure frustration. I don't know how but maybe some connections might work I should take a chance. I would have shifted the party further but the Invitation has been sent out and even reached their respective places I can't call it off now. It's not just a party though it's something I don't do with much enthusiasm. I hire a planner whom I pay and get a party planned and somewhere in the middle of it I leave the party. But the point is , it has been a kind of social event for the last three years directly connecting with my reputation and social status which I don't give negative fucks about but still whatever happens here in the Pratap Group Of Hotels will match its fucking standards which is no less than perfect. It was the best party last year even better than the party the brotherhood club organize and I don't want it to be any different this year.
" Are you sure I don't think anyone will take your offer just two days before . " She says fidgeting with the ends of the shawl that's draped on her shoulder in a regal way. I draw my gaze away from her trying to focus on the problem at hand. What she is saying is absolt-fucking-ly right.
Ek musibat jati nahi ki dusari aa jat hai.
" Do you know what you are saying ? " I ask her , it's not a child's birthday party if she is thinking that she can do it.
" You don't believe Me. " The fuck I don't but her body language tells me that she is nervous but her voice is confident , sometimes she confuses me. I want to believe her but I don't want to take a chance at the same time. She can experiment with her planning skills on some other day or occasion.
" Say , everything that you are saying in your mind instead of saying it to my face. " She says a bit angrily.
" I mean , like are you sure , it's not a birthday pary or a family function you know what I am trying to say I have invited businessmen and even some Ministers " She raises her hand to stop Me , her eyes glaring at Me.
